I once took a ‘failure’
within my heart
and gave it love
did you see it?
It grew a rainbow
that spanned life
And I said to it
‘Life my dear,
is the taste,
like bitter death’
The summer knows
that it always falls
and then soon,
into a cold wintry truth
Such is the life of living!
:: 11-02-2024 ::
My fields my love i tend to
walk by heart these days
my life like my soul
like the clouds above
a kiss upon the light
that breaks the night
when sun grows so lonely
it tears the two apart
like my heart with you
like day or night
i walk the fields my love
to tend to life
and my feet unbearably
walk upon your heart
the rich soil of your soul
:: 11-02-2014 ::
life with it’s large smiles should touch
the flower bloomed within your heart
and the dark clouds bring the rain
of tasty-bitter food by tears that fall
forever as a memory in your longLife
it makes you grow…
it will become you; as time tastes
like tender buttercup flowers
when your other-beloved hand goes
to tend the fields of your youth
thatGolden across the way field
then theGreat mystery that fails
the brilliant minds of all time
should reveal the expansive love
shared by you and your own one
that heart in the fields tending you
i never knew such a love as this
but dreamed the song of a bird
i saw upon a branch one day
and she stared inside my soul
and sang the truth so i know!
:: 11-02-2014 ::
You choke upon the apron strings of miss cleaver and
wish you could have a piece of blue-laced sky on a plate
tasting the battery acid of your generation you wish to
die
it’s all for the praise of a god you dropped to the floor
all for the reasons you gave up for wishing you had taken
the gold plated door into your oblivion of consumer
products like a societal whore who begs for more
:: 11-02-2014 ::
Love once kissed me to death
and bloomed a glassFlower
that broken beneathh your lies
: 11-02-2014 ::
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